bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
playwright in brooklyn, NY

effective marketing

August 3rd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I somehow ended up on the Upper Middle Class Women who love Tshirts that Say Socially Conscious Things especially if they are Soft listserv, and I’m not mad at it. Last week I got an email advertising this shirt from Everlane / The Human Rights Campaign:

Within SECONDS I had ordered one, because I am in fact 100% human, by which I mean 100%  SUSCEPTIBLE TO MARKETING THAT IS GEARED DIRECTLY AT ME.

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Uncanny Vallivia

August 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Oh hi, what’re you up to today? Are you at work or working out or creating something? Hey, good for you. Oh, me? I’m just going to spend the entire day staring at these pictures my mom sent me of niece Olivia hanging out with a creepy doll because honestly: best thing I’ve seen in days. Each picture is a skittle but for your eyes. Here’s a select few:

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FRAILTY THY NAME IS GARLIC BREAD

July 30th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

To whoever was apparently straight up baking garlic bread outside the spinning studio this morning:  NOT COOL, BRO. Whatever resolve we spinners have summoned to exercise is fragile. We teeter on the edge of stuffed french toast and sweet potato fries. We spin through sides of maple butter and ranch like Brunch was chasing us in a car. IS THERE REALLY NO OTHER PLACE TO MAKE YOUR BREAD AND ALSO CAN I HAVE SOME

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RIP OFF

July 16th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I realized something yesterday: I’ve basically spent the last five years writing Kathy Bates in Fried Green Tomatoes over and over and over. Now that I’ve realized this, do I have any intention whatsoever of ceasing and desisting? NOPE.

MAY SHE LIVE FOREVER.

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theracake

July 14th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

So maybe I have had a slightly stressful last few weeks, all good kinds of stress, like joy and excitement stress, but stress none the less, and when je stress, JE BAKE. And so yesterday, I came home from work with a need to make a cake so immediate and so strong, it can only be described as FRANTIC. And so, je baked Paula Deen’s Pink Lemonade Cake.

Frosting heart brought to you by Morrison, who jumped in when I wasn’t sure what to put on the top other than the words FEELINGS CAKE.

Audiences at the Cake this weekend will get a taste of my anxiety,  which PS, tastes like butter and lemon and Paula Deen’s fingers after a day in the kitchen.

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lip colored lips

July 10th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I just realized that I paid a decent amount of actual human money for lip stuff that is actual just the color of my lips.

Are my colors fading? Am I an old shirt? Is this getting older? Is getting older purchasing things that make you look not like a better version of yourself, but just like you actually should?

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Re: what it’s like to be married to me

July 7th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

7 AM. Husband is completely asleep. I’m wide awake.

Me: (leaping on top of him) WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A HOUSE!

Husband:….Hmm?

Me: We’re going to have a HOUSE!

Husband:…Yeah. We are.

Me: We’re going to live inside of it…and sleep inside of it….

Husband: Yeah, we are. But I want to sleep inside of this house. Right now.

Me: Okay, that’s fair.

A moment.

Me: BUT WANT TO HEAR THE REST OF ALL MY THOUGHTS?

Husband: zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Me: OKAY TELL YOU LATER

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all I see

July 6th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Dear anyone who has made any sort of attempt to interact with me yesterday or today:

I’m once again attempting a juice cleanse, being that I ate approximately nine cakes over the weekend (NOT SORRY) so please just be aware that that THIS IS WHAT I SEE WHEN I LOOK AT YOU:

And so I’m sorry if I try and dip your face in ketchup / ask you if come with a side of a ranch / sprinkle you with salt / try and take our conversation home in a To Go box / LICK YOUR HANDS BECAUSE THEY SMELL LIKE YOUR LUNCH.

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PLEDGE.

July 2nd, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

I was apparently feeling very patriotic yesterday.  In not one or not even two but in fact MULTIPLE PICTURES from the Cake’s opening night (WHICH WENT GREAT!)  I’m doing a weird pledge allegiance to the flag hand thing:

And so, a Pledge:

I pledge allegiance

to my hair

and also to my face

and to Rent the Runway

and to women everywhere

for all of the time we spend trying to look like the best version of ourselves so that someone might take a picture of us and we might look at that picture and feel, that is me, I look great, but then what really happens is we force our husbands or friends to take our picture as we walk towards them and they  begrudge us but we make a weird stiff face because we know it’s happening

WITH HAIRSPRAY AN BOBBY PINS AND ALSO PROBABLY SOME JUSTICE FOR ALL

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Calendar Girl

June 29th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

Growing up as an overweight, brown corduroy obsessed child, I always secretly knew that someday I’d blossom, get super hot and end up in a Calendar (section of newspaper) (because of theater) (not because of hot) (but also check out this smoldering stare)

WHAT’S UP JUNE! Full article HERE!

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